James Marshall Goff Poet Imagism

The Two Way Mirror

I fly through the trees, my eyes fixed on a cup

 of water

That drifts

between Heaven & Hell, since

                                    smiling drugstores sell ice

cream for

cancer, until midnight captures

stars reflecting

The Carny's  bark of deliverance, while

 mice sleep for

centuries, as

Wagons circle around junipers, parched jasmine

 lays

forgotten until

reports of muskets shake power, absent 'till gold

surrenders to floating

Shards of glass, speaking  mystical tongues from

 mouths of
 
Mustangs trampling

religion that heralds Cathedrals of Angels-

    voices, my Grandfather promised

         tomorrow

                voices,

                        my Grandfather

                                              promised

                                                           tomorrow

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Al Juman July 20, 2018 at 10:17 PM very interesting write my friend James Marshall Goff July 21, 2018 at 8:02 AM Thanks Al...hard poem to decipher, refers to my keeping the faith, literally & viscerally, as my Grandfather taught me...

Anil Deo July 8, 2018 at 3:00 PM Thanks for this amazing effort James. shalom, shalom

Joe Maverick September 12, 2017 at 6:25 PM A flight of your imagination I percive here Jimbo, I can feel you attempting to loose yourself into enlightenment..' I sense it will come for you, yet when it does you shall find it very hard to reconcile with the world, yet that is as it should be.' then you will need all your strength to balance that which has been glimpsed with the almost dead weight of this part-life we here know.' I wish you well.) James Marshall Goff September 12, 2017 at 7:20 PM I visit such places freely in my dreamtime, Joe...often documenting upon waking (my "dreamtime" series here,) thanks for your great comments, appreciate your insight...jimbo

Karla Null August 28, 2017 at 1:12 AM It's been a long time, nice to revisit and find some of my favs left on the site. Excellent piece of work...Karla James Marshall Goff August 28, 2017 at 9:46 AM Nice to see you Karla!

Ralph Sergi August 14, 2017 at 8:46 PM Hi James: A deep profound poem to the point of sounding redundant and also bordering on the abstract. I'm sure that you may not have planned it that way but I'm happy that I read you Great write! James Marshall Goff August 14, 2017 at 10:13 PM Thanks Ralph...much fun to write

Sara Kendrick July 26, 2017 at 7:40 AM Interesting work..I get the feeling it is speaking about someone dying with cancer and suffering from hallucinations..I haven't seen you around for awhile or maybe I have just missed you..Sara James Marshall Goff July 27, 2017 at 7:34 AM Nice to see you, my longtime friend! geez...looking at my poem today I see I was describing possibly another dimension...even parallel universe I was trying to get at I sense...what with everything going on in my life

Nette Onclaud July 26, 2017 at 12:08 AM ohh, though abstract in concept, you delivered the feeling of anticipation in a time of illness... beautifully rendered, jimbo... huggs James Marshall Goff July 26, 2017 at 7:09 AM Thanks for stoppin' by, Nette...yes, Mom recovering from a fall...2 broken wrists & broken ankle...back home from nursing home hell...rough patch...gettin' better...haven't even been down the Big River in Wisconsin all summer!